'It would have to involve my mother?'
Darion put his fork down.
He thought about what Seren had told him during the walk around the castle.
Her mother, a minor sorceress who used what she had when it suited her and didn't concern herself much with what it cost other people.
She wasn't powerful enough to be genuinely dangerous at scale, she had said. Just powerful enough to make things difficult for the people around her.
That had been the description of a woman living in a small house with three daughters, getting by through moral flexibility.
But.
A sorceress was still a sorceress.
What the actual—
